Our new Christmas Anthology, An American Rose Christmas, officially launches at The Wild Rose Press tomorrow, Dec. 11th!  For those of you awaiting the digital download version, it’s upon us at long last!  This project has been months in the undertaking.  Congrats to my fellow authors in the anthology.   

An American Rose Christmas is already out in print at The Wild Rose Press, either alone or  as part of a specially priced print bundle the Wild Rose has put together for the holidays attractively packaged in a signature tote bag.  The book is also available at Amazon and Barnes&Noble and will quickly spread to other online booksellers in both digital and print formats following it’s official Dec. 11th release.

My story in the anthology is entitled A Warrior for Christmas.   For the occasion I’ve provided an excerpt, all festively decorated, of course.



A Warrior For Christmas ~
Reclaimed by his wealthy uncle, former Shawnee captive Corwin Whitfield finds life with his adopted people at an end and reluctantly enters the social world of 1764. His one aim is to run back to the colonial frontier at his first opportunity––until he meets Uncle Randolph’s ward, Dimity Scott.

Excerpt:

December 1764
An estate outside Philadelphia

Blinking against wind-driven sleet, Corwin Whitfield followed the stout man through the front door of the massive stone house, far larger than he’d imagined. A dozen cabins or Indian lodges put together could fit inside and still leave ample room. With winter lashing at their heels, Uncle Randolph had pressed both man and beast hard to reach Whitfield Place before nightfall.

Icy pellets hit the door as his uncle shut the solid wooden barrier. Better than a skin flap, Corwin supposed. He was well accustomed to the wet and cold, but a fire would feel good. His gloved fingers were numb from riding over snowy roads all day, not to mention all the previous days. Puddles spread at his boots on the flagstone floor in the entryway.

“Welcome home, Mister Whitfield.”


By the light of the small glass lamp on the stand inside the door, he saw a woman in an apron, severe skirts and gray shawl. The cap engulfed her pinched face. Inclining her head and curtsying, she said, “How was your journey, sir?”

“Wretched, Mistress Stokes.” Uncle Randolph waved a gloved hand at Corwin. “My nephew.” He swiped a paw at her. “My housekeeper,” he added by way of introduction. “Fifth cousin of my late wife’s, or some such connection.”

“Indeed.” Mistress Stokes curtsied to Corwin. “Welcome to Whitfield Place.”

He considered the etiquette drilled into him by his uncle and offered a brief nod. A bow didn’t seem required.  Uncle Randolph scowled. “Foul weather.”

She seemed unperturbed by his gruff manner. “Yes sir.”


“Bound to worsen. See to it the fires are built up.” Unbuttoning his brown caped coat, Uncle Randolph flung it onto the high-backed bench along one wall. He peeled off his gloves, tossing them and his tricorn onto the sodden heap.

Corwin did the same with his newly acquired garments. He couldn’t fault his uncle’s generosity, but the man had the temperament of an old he-bear.

Uncle Randolph ran thickened fingers over gray hair pulled back at his neck and tied with a black ribbon. “Where’s Miss Dimity keeping herself? Is she well?”  Corwin detected a trace of anxiety in his tone.

The dour woman gave a nod. “Quite well, sir. She’s in the drawing room just after having her tea.”

“Good,” his uncle grunted. “Tell cook we’ll have our supper in there. Stew, pastries, and ale will serve. Don’t neglect the Madeira.”


Another curtsy and the housekeeper turned away to pad down a hall partly lit by sconces wrought of iron. His uncle frowned after her. “She’s a good body and keeps this place tidy but tends to be lax on the fires. We mustn’t risk Dimity taking ill. Delicate girl. Cold as a tomb in here.”

Corwin found Whitfield Place equally as welcoming as a grave. The chill was pervasive. A furlined wican would be warmer. He followed his uncle across the frigid entryway and through a wide double door. His relation paused just inside the spacious room and Corwin halted beside him.

“There she is,” Uncle Randolph said with the hint of a smile in his normally reluctant features.  “My ward, Miss Dimity Scott. The little Quaker as I call her.”


Corwin thought it highly doubtful this staunch Anglican had taken in an actual Quaker. Looking past assorted tables, gilt-covered chairs and a gold couch, he spotted the feminine figure seated before the glowing hearth. A padded armchair the color of ripe berries hid much of her slender form. His first impression was of fair curls, like corn silk, piled on her head beneath a circle of lace; his second, that the young woman bent over her embroidery seemed oblivious of all else.  One this unaware would never survive in the frontier. He’d been taught to move with the silence of a winged owl while observing all around him. “Why does she not look up at our coming?”


“Ah, well, that’s a matter I’ve been meaning to discuss with you.” The hesitancy in his uncle’s tone was unlike this man who knew his own mind and was swift to instruct others. He squinted at Corwin with his good eye; the other perpetually squinted from an injury he’d received in a duel. “I trust you’ll not hold it against the poor girl as a sign of weakness, my boy. Warriors sometimes do and you’ve kept company with those savages far too long.”

It wasn’t like his uncle to ramble, and Corwin shifted impatiently upon hearing his adopted people disparaged again. “What are you saying, Uncle?”

He rubbed his fingers over a chin grizzled with whiskers. “Dimity cannot hear us.”
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16 comments

  1. Kathy Otten // December 10, 2009 at 10:47 AM  

    Hi Beth,

    Congratulations on your new release. Th excerpt was great. You left it with a great hook to get a copy of the book. I'm intrigued that the heroine is deaf. Lots of luck to you and your fellow authors. Looks like a great read.

  2. Beth Trissel // December 10, 2009 at 10:54 AM  

    Thanks much, Kathy. I found this heroine one of my most intriguing ever.

  3. Beth Trissel // December 10, 2009 at 10:54 AM  

    Thanks much, Kathy. I found this heroine one of my most intriguing ever.

  4. Karen Michelle Nutt // December 10, 2009 at 1:09 PM  

    Loved the excerpt. I have to say I didn't expect the heroine to be deaf. Interesting storyline.

  5. Joanne // December 10, 2009 at 1:21 PM  

    Thanks for the wonderful excerpt, Beth, and sincere congratulations on its release. Your lovely pictures added to an interesting story.

  6. Beth Trissel // December 10, 2009 at 2:02 PM  

    Thanks much, ladies.

  7. Mary Ricksen // December 10, 2009 at 7:44 PM  

    I want this book Beth. Great excerpt, wonderful premise, I love it!

  8. Mary Marvella // December 10, 2009 at 9:13 PM  

    Beth, this story sounds wonderful and different!

  9. Nightingale // December 10, 2009 at 9:23 PM  

    Congrats Beth on another winner. I know the excerpt is the prelude to another fantastic and accurate story.

  10. Beth Trissel // December 10, 2009 at 9:34 PM  

    Thanks guys. I'm psyched. :)

  11. Autumn Jordon // December 10, 2009 at 9:38 PM  

    Wonderful book. You will love it!

  12. Beth Trissel // December 10, 2009 at 10:43 PM  

    Thanks bunches and heaps, Autumn.

  13. Scarlet Pumpernickel // December 11, 2009 at 12:02 AM  

    Hey Beth! At last I can get my copy! Where would it do you the best for me to order? Amazon or TWRP or the other one? Let me know and I'll go to the one you suggest! WoooooooHoooooo, I'm gonna get to read Beth's new book!

  14. Mona Risk // December 11, 2009 at 12:47 AM  

    Hi Beth, Congratulations on the release of your new book. Beautiful excerpt. Nice hook at the end.

  15. Beth Trissel // December 11, 2009 at 10:22 AM  

    Thanks Scarlet. Always Wild Rose Press get the most back from sales there. But we will happily take them from anywhere. :)

  16. Beth Trissel // December 11, 2009 at 10:23 AM  

    Thanks so much, Mona.